My Friends
One of my friends is smart.
Another one is grand.
One of my friends is talented.
But where do I stand?
One of my friends is kind.
Another one is funny.
One of my friends is cool.
But I am not cunning.
They are all one of a kind.
Yet here I stand on the side
With no special mind.
I watch them with both awe
And defeat.
They make things look like
They’re an easy feat.
But I cannot move mountains.
I cannot make flowers grow.
I cannot make it snow or rain.
Yet I still try.
I try to be cool.
I try to be kind.
I try to be funny and cunning.
I try to be talented and grand.
So where in this special group
Of friends do I stand?